Call Me A Wimp, Coward, Wussy...

I had it all to set to go to an AKC dog show today in Little Rock, by myself. I picked out my outfit, set my alarm and even shaved my legs!

The alarm went off at five am and while checking my emails I wimped out and decided not to go. Not because it is a three hour drive, not because I did not want to go, not because I would be exhausted on returning, just because I did not go.

I do not know why, when faced with the trip with no companion, it seemed such a long way to go to see if I want to show dogs and perhaps make some contacts there. No one to say, "Ahhh, look at that one!"

I would have left the show, armed with knowledge and many brochures and AKC contacts. I could have discovered if I loved the breed I had chosen enough to raise them. I could have had a day out, not doing farm work after a week at my other job.

What did I do? I crawled back into to bed, pulled the covers up and declared I am not supposed to go, this was a pipe dream, it was not meant to happen, I am At The Farm and that is where I am supposed to stay. No dog shows for me, no breeding program after retirement. I am doomed to shovel manure, work cattle, work horses, keep the land cleared and the fences repaired and do housework the rest of my life.

How's that for a happy Saturday post???